The game . on the other tworows of seats, she could make out firemen107 io8 THE GAME from the near-by engine-house and severalpolicemen in uniform. In the middle ofthe front row, flanked by the reporters, satthe young chief of police. She was startledby catching sight of Mr. Clausen on theopposite side of the ring. There he sat,austere, side-whiskered, pink and white,close up against the front of the seats farther on, in the same frontrow, she discovered Silverstein, his weazenfeatures glowing with anticipation. A few cheers heralded the advent ofseveral young fellows, in shirt-sl
The game . on the other tworows of seats, she could make out firemen107 io8 THE GAME from the near-by engine-house and severalpolicemen in uniform. In the middle ofthe front row, flanked by the reporters, satthe young chief of police. She was startledby catching sight of Mr. Clausen on theopposite side of the ring. There he sat,austere, side-whiskered, pink and white,close up against the front of the seats farther on, in the same frontrow, she discovered Silverstein, his weazenfeatures glowing with anticipation. A few cheers heralded the advent ofseveral young fellows, in shirt-sleeves,carrying buckets, bottles, and towels, whocrawled through the ropes and crossed tothe diagonal corner from her. One of themsat down on a stool and leaned backagainst the ropes. She saw that he wasbare-legged, with canvas shoes on his feet,and that his body was swathed in a heavy THE GAME 109 white sweater. In the meantime anothergroup had occupied the corner directlyagainst her. Louder cheers drew her. attention to it, and she saw Joe seated ona stool, still clad in the bath robe, hisshort chestnut curls within a yard of hereyes. no THE GAME A young man. In a black suit, with amop of hair and a preposterously tallstarched collar, walked to the centre of thering and held up his hand. Gentlemen will pleasestop smoking, he said. His effort was ap-plauded by groans andcat-calls, and she noticedwith indignation that no-body stopped Clausen held a burn-ing match in his fingerswhile the announcementwas being made, and thencalmly lighted his felt that she hated him in that was her Joe to fight in such an atmos-phere ? She could scarcely breathe herself,and she was only sitting down.
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